I’m tired of trying to fit in your world,
Frankly, I don’t belong there.
How can you tell me you love me,
When you constantly ask me to change?
All I ever hear from you,
is that you resent everything I ask you to do
Everything I expect you to do
to deserve me.

But maybe it’s me,
Who desperatly want you to fit in my world.
Because frankly, I don’t think you belong there either.
All you ever hear from me,
is all the things I want you to do,
because I don’t think you deserve me.

So who am I to judge, when I’m judging you.

One could call me a masochist,
Because they see they way I’m hurting.
Yet if you never pinched me,
What would distinguish this from a dream?
I’m living in reality,
Bouncing on a cloud,
Waiting for you to push me right back,
On track.

Knowing I wasn’t suppose to live like that.

I’m still not sure,
If it’s a blessing or a curse.
I’m never satisfied,
Because I know there’s more.
And as long as I know,
that I’m not full,
I’ll keeping feeding my curiosity.

It sometimes leaves me lonely and misunderstood,
Yet,
Enriched in some ways.

I’ll never stop searching,
Because I simply can’t.

There is only one happy moment
You better caught if before it goes away

Some people have troubles with names. They know faces, but they keep forgetting people’s names.

See, my trouble is worse.
I don’t remember names, or faces.
I’m simply screwed.

Yes I’m with a friend
Myself

LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY

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